Page 67 of I Summoned A Demon For A Date?!
"Good," Aldaine replied, not bothering to lower his voice. "Perhaps they'll be so disconcerted they'll forget to argue with my directives."
Vex snorted. "Dream on, boss man."
Over the next hour, I was approached by nearly every member of the clan. Mal told me stories of civilizations long forgotten, his golden eyes distant with memory. The twins, who insisted I call them both Era, which was confusing as hell, demonstrated their shadow manipulation by creating intricate silhouettes on the wall. Even Selene eventually sauntered over, examining me like a curious specimen before grudgingly admitting that "perhaps Aldaine's taste hasn't completely deserted him."
Coming from her, Aldaine later assured me, this was practically a declaration of undying friendship.
Through it all, Aldaine remained close, his hand finding mine between greetings, his eyes tracking me across the room when we were separated. I could feel his impatiencebuilding through our bond, a restless energy that matched the heat simmering in my own veins. Every casual touch, every possessive glance stoked that fire higher.
Finally, during a lull in the socializing, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a discreet door at the rear of the private room.
"Where are we going?" I laughed as he practically dragged me through it.
"Away," he growled, leading me down a service corridor. "I've shared you enough for one evening."
"Shared me?" I teased, breathless as we hurried through the restaurant's back areas. "I thought I was being quite the charming companion."
"Too charming," he muttered, pushing open a heavy metal door that led to an alley behind the restaurant. The night air was cool against my flushed skin. "Everyone was looking at you. Wanting you."
"Pretty sure it was just polite interest in the human who snagged their boss," I started, but his expression made the words die in my throat.
His eyes had darkened, pupils blown wide with desire, and the possessive hunger on his face made my knees weak.
"No," he backed me against the brick wall. "They see what I see. How beautiful you are. How perfect." His hands framed my face, thumbs caressing my cheekbones. "Mine," he growled, his voice dropping to that register that made me instantly wet. "My mate."
"Yours," I agreed, my heart pounding as one of his hands slid down to grip my hip.
"I need you," he confessed, his lips finding my neck, teeth scraping over the mark he'd left there. "Right now. Can't wait."
"Here?" I gasped, even as my body arched into his touch. "In an alley?"
"Yes.” It wasn't a question. The raw need in his voice sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs. "Tell me you want this too."
In answer, I grabbed his silk tie and pulled his mouth down to mine. The kiss was savage, all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger. He groaned into my mouth, pressing me harder against the wall, one muscular thigh sliding between my legs.
"The things you do to me," he rasped against my lips. "Centuries of control, and you undo me with a single look."
His hands were everywhere, sliding up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress around my waist, fingers finding the lace edge of my panties. I moaned as he stroked me through the damp fabric, my hips bucking against his hand.
"So wet already," he murmured, satisfaction rumbling in his chest. "Is this for me, Rosie? All for me?"
"Yes," I panted, fumbling with his belt. "Always for you."
He growled his approval, capturing my mouth in another bruising kiss as he tore my panties away with an impatient jerk. The cool night air against my exposed heat made me gasp, but his fingers were there immediately, stroking and circling until my legs trembled.
"Aldaine," I moaned, finally freeing him from his trousers, wrapping my hand around his hard length. "Please."
In one swift movement, he hoisted me up, my back pressed against the rough brick, my legs wrapping around his waist. The head of his cock teased at my entrance, and through our bond I could feel his savage satisfaction, his primal need to claim and possess.
"Mine," he growled again, and thrust inside me in one powerful stroke.
I cried out, the sound echoing in the empty alley as he filled me completely. There was nothing gentle about this sex, it was raw, wild, a claiming as ancient as timeitself. He pounded into me relentlessly, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks, his mouth hot and demanding against mine.
"This is what you do to me," he panted against my neck. "Make me forget myself. Make me burn."
Through our bond, I could feel his pleasure mingling with mine, a feedback loop of sensation that heightened every thrust, every touch. My head fell back against the wall, stars exploding behind my eyelids as he angled his hips to hit that perfect spot inside me.
"Everyone in there knows," he rasped, his rhythm never faltering. "Knows you're mine. Knows I would destroy worlds for you."
